“The next station is King. King station.” He’d always intimidated me, a little bit. I knew that under his arrogant facade there was somebody vulnerable and scared. But he didn’t want me to know that, so I pretended I didn’t. And truth be told, sometimes I forgot. He was that good at it. It never could have lasted. He’d never have let anybody get too close. “The next station is Queen. Queen station.” It had been a much more innocent time. It made me smile to think about it. Long before things got complicated, there was ice cream at the… [Read More]

It had been an epic tale. Battles, journeys, knights and thieves. Several evil witches, two good witches, and one witch that was pretending to be evil but was secretly good, or perhaps the other way around, she was a touch forgetful. Three monsters (only one of which was fuzzy), a fire-breathing dragon, and the incident with the sheep that was very kindly left out of the final manuscript. All in all, the Prince and the Princess were exhausted, and very much looking forward to a nice rest. “Couldn’t we go on a vacation?” asked the Princess. “My bed in that… [Read More]

His name was Stuart McAllister and he was the best boyfriend Evelyn could have ever wanted. Their romance started over a lunch in early June. He, of course, was not actually present. Instead, Clarice Millicent from the office down the hall was present. Clarice Millicent was quite loud and had a lot of hair and smelled of slightly molding roses. Clarice Millicent was insistent that she had two first names and must be addressed by both of them at all times. Clarice Millicent did not like that Evelyn had been single for the six months that they had known each… [Read More]

“I really have no non-sexual use for him.” “So, he’s what, a living sex toy to you?” “Pretty much, yeah.” He had a newspaper in front of his face, but he wasn’t reading it. What he heard around him was invariably more interesting than what was on the page before him. Every now and then, he surreptitiously peeked around the sheets of newsprint to see who he was listening to. The brunette, he thought, was a very pretty woman. Long sleek hair and full lips painted red. He thought, perhaps a little cynically, that she did indeed look like the… [Read More]

“Are you certain that you wish to do this?” “Of course,” he said impatiently. “I’ve read the literature, I’ve signed the forms, I’m ready.” “We’re required to ask,” the doctor explained apologetically, “since you may have trouble understanding the procedure after it’s been carried out, you know. You’re making an excellent decision. My nephew had it done and it changed his life. I’ve never seen him happier. Truth be told, at times I consider it myself, but I feel I’m too old for a career change.” He relaxed. “Glad to hear it – that it worked out for your nephew,… [Read More]